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It just appeared one day,
just like that!
I was girt with holiday girth,
all those puddings, cakes and tarts,
another chocolate?
Oh, go on. you only live once!
Turkey, chicken, pork with trimmings,
the table sagging with weight,
just like my gut.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Writing to Help Others Overcome Darkness
Get in the best shape of your body
Flash Fiction, Poetry, and Short Stories
Thoughts from the Heartland
blogger
Fun, Frugal France
The independent she who loves life
Just read and think about the it!
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Enhances & Restore Performance, Grow Business & Personal Wealth
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This came just as I was trying in vain to button my jeans! LOL
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Lol, and I need a gym 😉
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Haha, I gained two pounds in two days. Back to reality.
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Yeah, I need a gym
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hehe love this!
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I need a gym 😉
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hehe!
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🙂
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Send some of it my way — I’ve still got twenty pounds to gain to get to base weight!
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Ah, that is a difficult challenge, our youngest son is in a similar situation, not easy.
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Although I have and sometimes still do struggle with anorexia, a tantric communion with a strawberry sitting on my counter ten years ago pretty much neutralized that affliction — The problem was that I had been feeling sorry for my food and unworthy of its sacrifice, and the conversation fixed that just about completely. If you think these elements might be part of your son’s situation I’ll be happy to send more information.
This weight loss I’m presently struggling back from has been caused by overexposure, physical overwork and emotional devastation along with lack of refrigeration and transportation, in combination with the concentrated mental effort of producing well over 2000 posts last year. Presently there is considerably less physical strain, much less exposure, greater peace of mind and a sufficiency of well refrigerated food. I’m eating what to me is my head off — sometimes two whole drumsticks AND rice at one sitting! At least twice a day too. Most days, anyway…
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Wow, yes, he has come through a devastating four years of PTSD, thank you for the insights, I’ll mention it (though he extremely resistant to suggestions). Thanks so much Ana.
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If he’s resistant, mentioning it to him will do more harm than good. Knowing yourself that it’s the ecstasy of a strawberry to be eaten appreciatively might help you help him at some point, though. It’s so hard to see our children suffer.
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You are so right, and yes, very hard to watch your children suffer, thank you Ana
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wow Paul, lay off those goodies and get into shape 😉
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I think I need a gym subscription;)
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if that likeness is remotely close I’d start running around the block now and don’t stop 😉
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O the pain, the pain 😉
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Haha….. 😂 the poor waist line
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Lol, yes indeed, I’ll have to increase my exercise regime 🙂
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Sounds like you speak for all of us! lol
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Lol, I’m not alone then 🙂
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Nope!
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🙂
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Very good love what you did with these words
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Lol, yes an autbiography with humour too.
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Great poem
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Thank you
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(snicker) you are funny!
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